"What are you laughing at! You little brat, are you kidding me? My grandson is older than you! You ill-mannered thing, how did Qiao Guilan raise you?"
"Grandma Zhou, do you know you're getting old and not far from death?" Song Yinhua teased gently. "Then why are you doing these petty thefts with your son? Aren't you afraid your daughter-in-law's baby will suffer retribution as soon as it's born?"
"You brat, you disrespectful brat, how dare you curse my Zhou family like that?"
Old Mrs. Zhou was so angry that she started cursing like a shrew.
Ignoring Old Lady Zhou's outburst, Song Yinhua turned around and grabbed the old hen.
"What are you doing? You brat, that's my old hen!" Old Mrs. Zhou shouted anxiously. "Xiao Jiuzi, hurry up and stop her, don't let her take the old hen away!"
Song Yinhua grabbed two old hens, one in each hand, and said, "Anyone who wants to buy old hens, they're priced at 2.2 to 2.0 yuan per jin in the market, but I'll sell them for half price!"
"Look at these old hens, they're so big and fat. You can't buy an old hen like this at the market for 2.2 yuan a pound, but now it's only 1 yuan a pound. This is the price for just these few old hens, first come, first served."
"Let's see who dares to buy it!" As soon as Old Lady Zhou spoke, the villagers hesitated.
I wanted to buy it at half price, but I didn't dare offend Old Lady Zhou's family.
"I want two!" a deep, magnetic young voice said.
Song Yinhua subconsciously looked up and saw a tall, unfamiliar young man among the villagers watching.
The other villagers also turned to look at the young man who had appeared out of nowhere.
"You're not from our village, are you?"
"I'm just passing by the next village." Huo Jianguo, a man of few words, asked the other villagers, "Does anyone have a scale? I'd like to borrow one."
Although he was borrowing the scales, his words had an inexplicable sense of intimidation, making people subconsciously obey.
"I have one at home, I'll go home and get it. Save one old hen for me." The village woman, who had previously bought an old hen from Song Yinhua, said as she ran home.
Grandma Zhou got anxious, "This is my old hen from my chicken coop, you're stealing it!"
“Grandma Zhou, please keep your word! Your son climbed over the wall in the middle of the night to steal my old hen. If this is reported to the authorities, your son will definitely be locked up for a few days.”
Accused of the crime, Zhou Xiaojiu desperately explained, "I didn't steal it! I climbed over the wall to your house last night, and I only knocked on your window. I didn't steal your old hen. I swear, if I stole your old hen, my son will be born without a fart..."
"You brat, your wife is about to give birth, what are you swearing about!" Old Mrs. Zhou angrily slapped Zhou Xiaojiu a few times.
"Mom, I swear, I really didn't steal her old hen!" Zhou Xiaojiu was frantic.
Song Yinhua asked, "Then what were you trying to do by climbing over the wall into my house in the middle of the night?"
"I was just drunk and mistook the house for my own!"
"Do you need to sneak around and climb over the wall to get back to your own home?"
“That’s because…” Zhou Xiaojiu hesitated, swallowing back the words she was about to say.
He almost blurted out the fortune teller's claim that she was immoral.
His wife is heavily pregnant and will give birth in two months. He hasn't been with a woman for more than half a year and is really pent up.
The fortune teller said she was shameless and would end up selling herself, which is why he thought of finding her to satisfy his cravings.
After a few drinks, he took advantage of his drunkenness to climb over the wall and enter her house.
He wasn't just playing around for nothing; he had the money ready and wouldn't let her suffer any losses.
Zhou Xiaojiu didn't dare say these words out loud.
"Why?" Song Yinhua asked. "Zhou Xiaojiu, just say what you have to say."
Zhou Xiaojiu glanced at the villagers watching and swallowed all his words.
He dared not tell anyone about his desire to solicit prostitutes, for his pregnant wife had already gone back to her parents' home in anger.
Some of the village women who were watching noticed something amiss and said out of the blue, "Yinhua, you're twenty-five, aren't you? It's time to get married! Just find someone with decent conditions and marry him."
The other villagers also realized what was happening.
Tang Suxiang spread the word throughout the village that the fortune teller had predicted Song Yinhua's questionable lifestyle and that she would end up working in the sex industry.
Zhou Xiaojiu must have heard the rumors that his wife was pregnant, so he set his sights on Song Yinhua.
Song Yinhua sensed something was wrong from the villagers' words and strange expressions.
The village woman who had gone home to get the scale ran over, saying, "I brought the scale, and I also brought a bag to weigh it."
Old Mrs. Zhou started making a scene, claiming that she had many children and grandchildren and would make Song Yinhua suffer the consequences.
Song Yinhua deftly put the two old hens into her pocket to weigh them and sold them at half price, one yuan per jin.
The old lady reached out to grab Song Yinhua's hair and hit her.
Once a hen is in her own henhouse, it belongs to her, and no one can take it away from her!
Huo Jianguo gripped the old lady's arm, looking at her expressionlessly.
An old man in the village suddenly recognized Huo Jianguo. “It’s him! I was wondering why he looked familiar. A few years ago, there was a guy in the next village who killed someone. It was all over the news back then. Have you all forgotten?”
"That was him?" Other villagers also recalled the widely circulated story.
When Old Lady Zhou heard that someone had been killed, her face changed and she didn't dare to cause any more trouble.
Huo Jianguo handed the money to Song Yinhua, then looked up at her, his dark eyes unfathomable.
The young man had cold, hard features, a straight nose like a green mountain, and a pair of narrow eyes with slightly upturned corners. When he didn't speak, he appeared very cold, giving people a feeling that strangers should not approach him.
Song Yinhua had never provoked him, so she didn't care about the villagers' gossip.
She took the money, took the two old hens out of her pocket and handed them to him, then turned around and went to weigh them for someone else.
Huo Jianguo stared at her intently.
Noticing that someone was watching her, Song Yinhua subconsciously turned her head and asked in confusion, "Did I take your money by mistake?"
She quickly took out her money and counted it again.
You didn't receive the wrong item.
When she looked up again, the person was gone.
Song Yinhua continued to weigh the old hens, saying, "Who wants them? There are only three left."
As Huo Jianguo carried the two old hens to the road, he turned back to look at Song Yinhua, who was busy at work.
After taking her granddaughter to the health center for an IV drip, Wang Naiyun rushed to the machinery factory to find Han Zhiyuan and eagerly told him about the unbearable rumors she had heard from Old Lady Zhou regarding Song Yinhua.
I disagree with Han Zhiyuan marrying Song Yinhua.
Feeling ashamed.
Wang Naiyun personally mentioned that Old Lady Zhou said that as soon as she returned to the village, she would go and deal with Song Yinhua.
He kept a close eye on Han Zhiyuan's actions at the factory. He overheard about 70-80% of the conversation between Wang Naiyun and Han Zhiyuan and his mother, and immediately asked for leave to rush to Songzhuang Village.
Song Yinhua sold several old hens, earning a total of seventy or eighty yuan. Satisfied, she went home despite Old Lady Zhou's piercing gaze.
She first put these old hens into her spatial storage, and then secretly put them into her chicken coop when no one was home at Grandma Zhou's house.
She knew that if she splashed boiling water on Zhou Xiaojiu, Old Lady Zhou wouldn't let it go and would definitely come looking for trouble.
Even if Grandma Zhou doesn't come looking for her today, she'll still go to Grandma Zhou's house after she finishes chopping vegetables and waits for Grandma Zhou to come back, then she'll accuse Zhou Xiaojiu of being a chicken thief and take back those old hens.
No sooner had Song Yinhua entered her own yard than she heard Old Lady Zhou standing on the road cursing.
She also told Song Caixing, who was visiting Grandma Zhou's house, "Big sister, Huo Jianguo has been staring at you for a long time."
Who are you talking about?
“It was the first man who bought your old hen. He was the one who delivered grain coupons, meat coupons, and snacks to our family that night.” Song Caixing remembered him. “Mom sent all the snacks to my third sister in the provincial capital. She didn’t leave any for us.”
Song Yinhua took out a relatively new five-yuan note from her pocket and said, "Go buy whatever you like to eat."
Song Caixing jumped up happily, took the five yuan, looked at it again and again, touched it again and again, and liked it very much.
I put it in my pocket like a precious treasure.
They couldn't bear to fold them even once.
"Big sister, you're so good to me."
"You're finally willing to talk to me?"
Song Caixing suddenly remembered that her mother forbade her from saying anything out of line.
She quickly covered her mouth, looked at Song Yinhua with a wronged expression, and said timidly, "It's Mom who won't let me talk to you."
"Why?"
"because……"
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